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ATLANTA, GEORGIA, MAY 25, 1878.
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Women Peasants in Austria.—The
engraving on the front page of oar paper rep
resents women peasants of Austria tilling the
soil. The picture is suggestive. A little spot
of stony soil, girdled by barren mountains, a
collection of cheerless looking huts, their
rough roofs weighted by rocks; the women and
oxen in the fore ground, harnessed together—
painfully drawing the queer, lumbering plow
through the hard, rock-covered earth—women
with faces stolid as the beasts’ they work be
side, women whose barren homes and heavy
faces show that the hard coarse labor to which
they are doomed, cuts them off from all culture,
all exercise of the refining tastes, the simple
home decorative arts, the social courtesies and
amenities, that may give a grace even to hum
ble life.
The picture is a painful one, so unnatural
is the relation in which it shows woman—wo
man, who by the construction of her mind and
body seems intended^o brighten and beautify
life even when (because of poverty or narrow
culture) she can only do this by the exercise of
simple tastes and of the plain virtues of erde r
liness, neatness and a certain grace and clev
erness in her ways and work.
Here we have her verily the beast of draught
and burden: here we see her battling with the
stones for a meagre livelihood. Where are the
men that the women of this splendid monarchy
are called upon thus to reverse nature ? The
answer is contained in the fact, that such splen
did sovreignties are upheld by standing armies,
which take the men from the field and work
shop, and make of them those matchless auto
mata, those living drill and war machines, which
are the pride of the monarch and the shame of
the philanthropist—the lover of free, progressive
humanity.
Those of the men who are not soldiers are
tainted with the hereditary curse imposed by
frequent wars and the necessity of maintaining
large military organizations. The inherited
curse of laziness—the soldier's indolent habits
taints their blood. They prefer to lounge in
tavern stoops or b6er rooms, or to engage in
some light, irregular work, while their women,
who have been taught from the cradle to look
npon patient, uncheered labor as their destiny,
straggle with the stones for their scanty bread,
and cultivate muscle at the expense of all that
makes home attractive, or ensures the birth and
raising of active brained children—of a race of
inventive, progressive men and women.
The picture suggests a strong argument
against those ‘magnificent monarchies’ support
ed by standing armies, whose advocates are get
ting more and more numerous in our country,and
to which our government is said to be tending.
If there is such a tendency, it should be strong
ly resisted. The idea that historical precedent
points it out as probable, should not be felt as
in any way, compelling a repetition of history.
We of the New World, cut off from the old by
broad seas and novel associations, may establish
a law of government for ourselves. We may
illustrate a phase of civilization of our own—a
prime feature of which we hope will be the
throwing open to women of all the avenues of
lighter industry, of skilled labor, and of art,
while men, with the assistance of our constant
ly improving labor-saving implements, direct
the business of agriculture, mechanics, and
trade : the more intellectual fields of labor be
ing occupied by all who have ability to work
therein, irrespective of sex, limited only by
talent and fitness. *
A Hint for Commencement Days.
We clip the following sensible suggestions
from the editorial columns of the Philadelphia
Times, and commend them to our colleges :
The season of college commencements is upon
us. During the next four weeks society will be
inundated with a deluge of the sort of speeches
which callow speech-makers turn adrift from
commencement platforms. Before great con
gregations of smiling relations and approving
neighbors the graduating collegians will dis
play their oratorio and mnemonic powers by
reading and reciting speeches, treatises and es
says, to the manufacture of which many weary
midnight hours have been devoted. Sisters,
sweathearts, aunts and uncles and grandparents
listen in patient exhaustedness while the
speeches of the other young men are being de
livered that they may be on hand to hear the
utterances of him on whom their affections and
hopes are centered. Although the dreary mass
of speeches constituting the make-up of a com
mencement programme is enough, if listened
to as a whole, to give a healthy person an at
tack of dyspepsia, yet people take the risk.
They conceal in a manner highly creditable to
their oourtesy the lact that they consider the
speeches of the other young men a bore. When
their own young man speaks their sleepiness
disappears and their weary faemi are wreathed
) with pleasant tokens of approbation. Whether
his speech is on a subject which they compre
hend, or whether, for the greater exhibition of
his scholarly attainments, it is delivered in the
Latin tongue, which he himself but imperfectly
understands, it is all the same. Canes, umbrel
las and heels are brought in violent contact
with the floor, not so much for the purpose of
raising the cloud of dust which inevitably rises,
as to signify the delight of the owners of the
noise-making apparatus. At the proper mo
ment bouquets or more elaborate floral offerings
are sent by the speaker's relatives to the plat
form, or thrown from a distance by persons
who are such inexpert marksmen that the mis
siles light on somebody’s head considerably dis
tant from the target aimed at. The parchments,
worded in Latin and tastefully engraved, are
handed to the graduates, and the commence
ment is finished. The young men go forth into
the busy world to seek what they may devour,
and to take a hand in the general game of get
ting a living in such ways as may open before
them.
It is strange that in the midst of the world’s
progress this commencement business stands
substantially where it did generations ago. The
only way in which the graduating young man
can commend himself to a solicitous public is
to make a speech. He may be without talent
for speech-making, but it makes no difference.
He may be able to map out a coal mine, or to
enliven a black board with a hydrographic chart
of the bottom of Baffin’s Bay or the Red Sea,
but it is denied him. He might execute before
the audience lightning calculations on a huge
slate, to the great admiration of the beholders
and to the marvelous stirring up of those who
fall asleep while the Greek salutatory is being
enunoiated. But this would be irregular. He
might display his knowledge ot dental mechan
ics by filling the tooth of a fellow Btudent or
extracting a molar from the jaw of a professor.
Such proceedings being out of the ordinary
routine, and calculated to enliven the platform
to an extraordinary degree, are not permitted.
The poor fellows are tied up to the one monot
onous round of speech, speech, speech; speech
which interests hardly any body; speech which is
generally a string of the tamest inanities; speoch
which in many instances has been carefully re
vised by professors for the credit of the estab
lishment lest it should be too striking or too
interesting, or contain any thing dangerously
novel; speech which proves no doctrines, estab
lishes no faots, and, as a contribution to the
world’s work, is of no value.
If the young men who are graduating at these
institutions of learning, were all to be profes
sional speech-makers it might bo different. A
few of them aim to be clergymen and lawyers,
although the law, if not the gospel, is sadly
overcrowded just now. There may be a certain
degree of fitness in the making of speeches, by
those who are to enter these professions, but
let the incipient mechanic, engineer and sur
geon distinguish themselves in some other and
more practical way. If it be objected that these
young persons have not, during their four years
of collegiate training, picked up enough knowl
edge to enable them to do any thing but make
a speech, and to do that in a vealy and absurd
manner, then let the verdict be so much the
worse for the college, which has wasted a great
deal of somebody's time, and for the impracti
cable old gentlemen who, being professors,
have professed something which they did not
more than half understand, namely, the train
ing of young men.
Professor Joseph Henry, of the
Smithsonian Institution.—The cause of
science and of patient research into the pheno
mena of nature sustained a loss in the death of
Joseph Henry, which occurred lately at
Washington, second only to that it suffered
when the lamented Agassiz-was gathered to th«J
bosom of his mother earth. Joseph Henry,
though a physioist rather than a philosopher, a
devotee of applied scientific results rather than
of original research, and a practical and matter-
of-fact plodder in paths that were soared over
by geniuses whose flight was higher, probably
did more for the cause of scientific investigation
than any man who ever lived on this continent.
He was, in fact, the Nestor and in many respects
the father of the rapidly increasing school of
American scientists. Born at Albany, New
York, on December 17, 1797, he reached the
ripe age of eighty-one years, sixty of which
were devoted to the unselfish and unsparing
elucidation of the great secrets of nature. He
was educated in the common schools of his na
tive city and its academy, in which, in 1826, he
became professor of mathematics. The follow
ing year he began the important series of exper
iments in electricity and electro-magnetism the
results of which established his fame, although
the greater glory of them was garnered by
Morse. When Mr. Henry began his investiga
tions the electro-magnet, although well-known,
was little mere than a philosophic plaything,
and its possibilities, of which we, in the last few
months, have learned so much, through that
remarkable man Edison, were scarcely dreamed
of. In 1828 Professor Henry first astonished the
world by the publication of an account of vari
ous modifications he had effected in electro
magnetic apparatus. Among these were the faots:
That in the transmission of electrioity for great
distances the power of the battery must be pro
portioned to the strength of the conductor; that
pieces of iron could be magnetized at great dis
tances, and he was also the first person to build
an electro-magnetic machine. It was this ma
chine which made the invention of the electro
telegraph possible and which inspired Morse
with the idea that took shape nearly a score of
years subsequently. In March, 1829, he exhib
ited to the Albany Institute eleotro-magnets
which possessed magnetic power superior to
any known before, and he constructed one in
the same year, which is still preserved in the
museum of Princeton College, which will sus
tain 3,600 pounds with a battery that occupies
only a cubio foot of space. In 1831 he success
fully transmitted signals by means of the elec
tro-magnet through a wire more than a mile
long, causing a bell to sound at the further end
of the wire. As the result of this experiment
he published in Silliman’s Journal of Science, a
paper pointing out the applicability of the elec
tro-magnet to the transmission of intelligence
between distant points, several years before
Professor Morse gave the results of his experi
ments practical operation.
Once more we’ protest against the wicked,
cruel and ungenerous treatment of poor, help
less dumb animals. No animal is as badly used
as sucking calves—deprived of their natural
food, their mother’s milk, they are commonly
kept oonfined in dry lots where they can find
no substitute in the shape of grass and no wa
ter, and made to suffer in a miserable state of
semi-starvation. Farmer’s wives and children
should see that calves should never suffer for
food, water, or shelter from the hot sun in
snmmer, or rain and snow in winter if possible
to raise them. —Exchange.
Horace Greeley as a Borrower.—
In our last issue we published a striking illus
tration intended to represent Horace Greeley’s
first appearance in New Y’ork City, and we here
give an interesting incident in his early life.
Much has been said concerning Greeley’s folly
in lending such enormous sums to worthless
applicants who only repaid him with ingrati
tude. This was a remarkable weakness; but it
may, to a degree, be explained. Greeley was,
during the first seven years of his New York
life, a poverty stricken adventurer, who failed
in every effort. He had hopes of making the
.’New Yorker a success—and, indeed, it was the
best weekly ever issued in New York; but it
was swamped by the hard times which followed
the panic of 1837. In 1S49 he found himself
without a dollar, and was glad to engage in the
service of the Whig party as editor of the Log
Cabin. The salary was twenty dollars per week
for six months, which was considered very lib
eral pay. When the campaign was over Greeley
determined to start the Tribune', but, unfortu
nately, he had no capital. He tried every way
possible to obtain a moneyed partner, but was
unsuccessful. McElrath had a few hundred
dollars, and at last Greeley was glad to acoept
him, especially as he was a ready business man.
When all other applications had failed, the am
bitious editor remembered a noted resident of
Jersey City who had large resources, and he
determined to try another effort. He therefore
made a call on this man, (the late Dudley S.
Gregory,) and, having mentioned his case,
asked for the loan of one thousand dollars.
Alternate hopes and tears moved his breast un
til he saw Gregory fill up a check for the
amount, and the editor departed with a light
heart This loan enabled him to start the Tri
bune, which was the great success of his life,
and gratitude so wrought upon him that he de
termined never to refuse any similar applica
tion. This rule not only bound him perma
nently, but its power so incaeased that at last
he lost all ability to refuse. He paid Gregory
with his first earnings, and after that he lent
indiscriminately to all who wished to bleed
him. Whenever a loan was solicited he always
recalled the scene when he, too, was a borrower.
He remembered how he then felt the immense
importance of those little words, “yes” and
“no.” If Gregory had uttered the latter, the
Tribune might never have been more than a
young editor’s dream. That fatal word, how
ever, was not spoken, and Greeley ever after
ward followed Gregory’s example, though it
cost him nearly one hundred times the amount
of the original loan.
NEVER DESPAIR.—We appropriate and com
mend the following tersely expressed thoughts:
Never despair. It is a brave motto, and a bravo
man’s armor. Bright, beautiful Hope ; the antidote
of all the evils which sprang from the fatal box of
Pandora. What a dreary, dark world this would be
without its smile. It springs eternal in the heart,
for it is the immortal longing of the soul which
earth can never fill.
Man never Is, but always to be blessed.
Strike out of the hearts and lives of men this hope
of future good and happiness, and it would be the
death of human effort and life. Hope; it is the
mainspring of every deed and effort of the world
since man came into it, and will be so until the
“crack of doom.” Is there a life so helpless and
miserable as not to be warmed by its smile? Is
there a calamity so great that hope will not rise
from its ashes ? Is there a crime so dark and hein
ous that hope will uot lighten or color? Is there
poverty so bleak that hope will not transform into
affluence apd easejj’ Js t'. ere £ misfortune, sickness,
poverty or death that the fight of hope does not
illume? As the ralnbo\Y It spans the heaven of
man with its eternal fill th, and gilds the world with
its heaven-born joy. Hope gilds all of earth, and
brightens even the portals of the tomb. Hope on,
hope ever, and if the reality never comes, the joy of
hoping will have cheered and lightened our lives,
and will find its fruition in the heaven from which
it sprang.
This ever longing, hoping for the future is the im-
printof immortality, and the impulse of man. All
nature teaches the same lesson of hopefulness. Win
ter thaws into spring, and spring glides into smil
ing, fruitful summer, and the land is teeming with
the fatness of man’s toil and nature's bounty. Let
us, therefore, be hopefui, and act, as well as feel so,
and the cloud now hangingas a pall about us will bo
rent asunder, and the bright sky of prosperity will
again shine upon our path. With this hopeful sDirit.
and the energy inspired by it, every rivulet and
spring of industry will open, and the land be filled
with prosperity and wealth. We have been acting
tlie part of the man in the fable, crying upon Her
cules, while he stood despairingly by. We must put
our shoulders to the wheel, and if we do it manfully
and hopefully it will surely turn. Heaven helps
those who help themselves; and while heaven has
been smiling and opening opportunities for us, we
seem to have lost all energy and manhood, and sim
ply called upon Hercules to do the work our own
hands should have accomplished. Is it a wonder
that the wheel does not turn, and that business is
stagnant, money scarce and industry idle?
To the determined there is no failure; it overleaps
every obstacle and. turns defeat into victory. The
will of Sheridan saved Winchester, nd aturned a
flying rabble into a conquering army. Before the
determined will even Nature’s obstacles melt away;
the sea is bridled, and the lightning of heaven
speaks its thoughts. Look at the dykes of Holland;
the Alps girdled, and oceans united; and then say
what ispossible for the energy and will of man. It
has made the cold and sterile soil of New England
the laboratory of wealth, and her capital city the
rival of ancient Athens in its best and palmiest day.
Is the energy of the past palsied and the blood that
once danced so bravely to gallant deeds in peace and
war become sluggish and cold before the frost of ad
versity? Impossible. If misfortune is upon us, let
us meet it bravely, and like all dangers it will seem
less by looking it squarely in the face. Is confi
dence wanting between man and man ? Let us set
the example and trust one another. Is money
scarce, and industry standing idle in the market
place? Let us unlock the spring, circulate the
money now idle in bonds and security, and labor
will smile in plenty, and a rich harvest will be
gathered by the brave Avill whichjhas brought it into
life. If we suffer, let examine into the cause,and
with intelligence, hope and ;energy we shall find
the remedy and be braveand true enough to apply
it.
So far, we have taken counsel of our fears; let us
henceforth take counsel of our hopes, our manhood
and the indomitable will which in the past has con
quered the forest, man and nature,shall conquer all
our ills, and peace and prosperity will bless our
children and ourselves. It is a shame to our man
hood to despond. With such a nation, its industry
scarce touched: its resources of wealth illimitable;
its territory rolling from sea to sea; with any shade
of climate aud every production of nature; with
room and opportunity for a hundred millions of
people; with institutions of learning and liberty:
with freedom in speech and action, and a broad and
fair field for each and all, there is no room or place
for despondency or despair. We should blush for
our intelligence and manhood in allowing the pres
ent condition of affairs to exist. It is flying in the
fsce of heaven, and making little of its glorious
f ifts, to thus hide them in our coward life. Never
espair; but let us each and all gather the lesson
before us; and with hope animating us with a new
and higher trust in man and heaven, bend our
shoulders to the wheel, aud it will turn the stream
of prosperity upon us, and we shall go on to fill the
destiny which God and nature has assigned us, and
f enerations to come will sit beneath the spreading
ranches of the tree we have planted in faith aud
hope.
Among the passengers of the Germania, which
sailed last week for Europe, was Miss Bijou Heron,
the youthful actress, who will remain abroad for a
two years’ course of study under the direction of
her father, Mr. Robert StoepeL
The Country Girl.
“Will you buy any strawberries or English
peas this morning?” said a clear, cheery voice
that rang through the passage and into our
room. We had heard the pleasant tones before,
ana tossing aside a half-finished letter, went to
look at their owner—for the sight of a bright
young face, aglow with the blushes of health
and modesty, under a rustic bonnet of white
muslin, is peculiarly refreshing—and the own
er of the sweet voice was a charming specimen
of the country girl. A cheerful, bright-eyed
lassie, “just turned of seventeen,” with abun
dant brown hair, a figure supple and graceful,
but not too slight, and the rosiest cheeks and
lips in the world. She had walked, she said,
four miles that morning—one to the field,where
she gathered her wild strawberries while the
dew was fresh upon them, and three more to
town to sell them. And she laughed when a
lady visitor expressed her almost horrified sur
prise, and said that four miles was not much ;
she could walk farther than that and not mind
it any time, and then, the basket of berries was
not so very heavy.
Of all the lovely things suggested by May
sunshine and flowers, the country girl—the
genuine oonntry girl—is the sweetest and fresh
est. The languid beauties of the city look bril
liant enough by gas-light, with pearl powder
and “Reae Bloom” to contribute to the “charm
ing complexion,” and whalebone and cotton
wool to lend their aid in “getting up” the fig
ure; but give us a face that will bear the test of
morning sunshine and, like a rose or a lily,
look all the brighter under its beams. Give us
a rounded figure in a neat and not too closely
fitting calioo dress, beneath whose modest folds
the bosom heaves with regular and healthy
breathing. Give us the quick, elastic step, full
of life and natural grace; the arm, with its
rolled-up sleeve, round and plump, and with
the flesh-tint of health; the lips, red as ripe
cherries, and always ready to part in smiles, or
to answer the birds with a carol cheerful as
their own.
Talk of ‘aristocratic pallor’ and ‘lady-like
languor!’ Show us the chalky belle, faded
through disipation of late hours, with her thin
arms hooped with bracelets, her sallow com
plexion and compressed waist—show us such
a hot-house monstrosity that can compare in
real beauty—in the beauty that poets and ar
tists love—with the fresh, dewy, natural charms
of the girl whose hands are busy as her heart is
light; whose breath is sweet as the clover fields
around her; whose rich hairjis guiltless of pom
ade and who is oheerful and happy as the
birds that chirp above her, a3 she sits under
the grape arbor pressing the milk from the gol
den butter, or plying her busy needle.—
What if
‘The sun with ardent frown
Has lightly tinged her cheek with brown,’
and sprinkled, perhaps, a handful of freckles
over the piquant nose and dimpled cheeks?
They can hardly be seen for the roses that bloom
there. And then freckles, in a moderate quan
tity, are not unlovely. Hawthorne felicitously
calls them ‘pleasant reminders of April sun
shine and breezes,’and a few of them are not
amiss on t^ie face of a pretty country girl. *
Personal Mention.
Colonel II. 11. Jones, and the Ha-
con Telegraph,—Among the many plea
sant meetings with members of the press
which we recently experienced as the corps
passed through this city, none gave us more
pleasure than the cordial grasp of our warm
hearted, able and distinguished friend Jones
of the Macon Telegraph and Messenger. It
is always a pleasure to meet him, for he is ever
the same genial, and clever soul; honest in his
convictions, and just to his opponents. Unlike
many others who conduct influential journals he
manifests a high and liberal appreciation of his
co-laborers, and is ever ready to promote their
interests. None of that narrow prejudice which
too frequently characterizes newspaper men to
wards each other, finds any exemplification in
the broad and manly spirit of Col. Jones. A
noble illustration of the candor and dignity of
his character is found in his course on the late
Capital question. He was in favor of Milledge-
ville for reasons satisfactory to himself and ad
vocated the claims of that city with all his abil
ity, but when the result proved adverse to his
wishes he acquiesced cheerfully and becam e an
earnest friend and advocate of Atlanta.
Though never an enemy to the city, when it
became the permanent capital of the State he was
the first among its opponents to show his loyal
ty, and has done it in such a manner as to en
dear him to all her poople. He suggests and
advocates the unconditional release of Atlanta
from her obligation to build aState House, and
while the city intends and holds itself in readi
ness to fulfill its obligation to the letter in this
matter, it would nevertheless esteem it a great
favor to be released, and by advocating such a
proposition, Colonel Jones makes every citizen
his personal friend. We all like him for this
and for the noble and generous spirit which
he always exhibits on all subjects.
We suggest that our people give him a hearty
welcome and a warm support always and we
commend his able journal to all readers.
Judge liochrane.—We endorse the fol
lowing from the Atlanta Constitution: In our
account of Peter Cooper’s visit to this city, on
yesterday, our reporter, in a spirit of humor,
made certain allusions to gentlemen connected
with the visit that should not have been made.
He alluded to Judge Lochrane as having car
ried Miss Cooper’s dog, when, of course, no
such thing occurred.
The article was written purely in fun, and it
was not intended that it should be taken seri
ously, Judge Lochrane, at the especial request
of Mayor Angier, left his business and went to
ride with the distinguished guests, who had
honored oar city, and who deserved such recog
nition. It was an inconvenience that he incur
red simply at the Mayor’s urgent request
Judge Loohrane is one of our most aooomplished
gentlemen, and one of the most distinguished
of Georgia’s sons. While he has a warm and
liberal hospitality, no man that lives is freer
from all suspicion of subservience to wealth or
power than he. His courtesy is extended just
as graciously and as freely to the humblest citi
zen as to the richest and most powerful. Our
home people who know Judge Lochrane, will
relish the humor of our reporter, but to prevent
any misconception among outsiders as to the
distinguished man who has worn and honored
the ermine of our highest bench, and has al
ways stood in the foremost ranks of our repre
sentative citizens, we make this editorial state
ment.
A AiveAuotioiieoP.—Queen, j ust across
the bridge from this office, should wear the
champion belt of auctioneers. We have often
seen him begin the Bale of a horse or mule in
the liveliest manner when not a man or woman
was to be seen anywhere aronnd, bat before he
concluded, they were swarming around like
flies. He is a grand success.
“Conte” Crayon.—In a recent visit to
the studio of Mrs. J. R. Gregory, No. 157 Col
lins street, we saw several pictures executed in
the new style of black “Conte” crayon, now the
favorite style of portrait painting with the ar
tists in Philadelphia and New York, in which
style we think she particularly excels. The
head of a little child, taken from life, is ex
quisite ! That of Mrs. Dr. Love is an ex
cellent likeness, and a group of equestrians at
Ponce DeLeon is true to the romance that it il
lustrates. Her two last portraits in oil are fine
likenesses of the parties, executed in her usual
delicacy of color and finish. She has now on
her easel a portrait of one of Atlanta’s fairest
brides.
Last Wednesday, May 15th, Mrs. Laura May,
nee Houston of this city, was married to Dr.
Mowman, of St. Louis. Atlanta thus loses one
of her most popular, intellectual and sweetest
ladies—a lady whose talents and graceful vivac
ity made her as much sought for in society, as
her kind and sunshiny nature made her beloved
in the circle of her relatives and chosen friends.
The Sunni South mourns her absence; her
bright presence often cheered its office, and her
wise or witty thoughts often graced its pages,
sheltering themselves modestly under an an
onymous.
We congratulate the gallant gentleman who
has won a bride so accomplished and lovable,
and we send with the newly-wedded pair our
heartiest wishes for their happiness and pros
perity. Mrs. May has the faculty of attracting
and attaching friends, and we doubt not, that
in her new home of St. Louis, she will soon be
prized as she so well deserves. *
Putting Your Hand in Your
Yeiglilior’s Pocket.—The light-fingered
gentry, who are so polite to verdant country
bumpkins, who say ‘my good friend’ so glibly,
and so accommodatingly ease their good friends
of their pocket-books, together with those of
the other sex. pursuing the same delicate busi
ness; respectable females in black, who cram
papers of hooks and eyes under their bosom
padding, and slip bolts of ribbon and cotton
stockings into their riticules when the clerk’s
back is turned—are these the only genteel
rogues and pick-pockets in Christendom ? Are
there not others who daily practiee patting
their hands in their neighbor's pockets without
any fear of Sing-sing or Blackwell’s Island ?
Mrs. Grinder is a highly exemplary lady, mem
ber of Mr. Mince’s aristocratic church, and
thinks nothing of giving twenty dollars towards
having her pet church carpeted with tapestry in
stead of Brussels it has had all along, but which
is now obnoxious, because it is ‘too common,’ and
that odious St. John’s church is carpeted with it.
This amiable lody thinks nothing, either, of chaf
fering for two hours with a poor, pale, broken-
spirited and half-starved needlewoman, who is
foot-sore with having trudged up and down street
vainly endeavoring to sell her little bundle of
embroideries. Mrs. Grinder offers her a third of
their worth, and resolutely declares she will not
give a cent more. The pale, little woman has
stitched many a tear into the embroidered cam
bric, but she thinks of her sick child at home, of
the empty cupboard and drunken husband, and
takes the slender sum with a sigh as she looks at
the full purse from which the lady’s jeweled finger
extracts it. The benevolent church-member tells
her dear friends of her ‘fine bargain,’ and you
would not dare to whisper' pick-pocket’ under the
gilt bangles of her head-dress.
Not long since we saw, in a large dry jtoods
establishment, a “ nice, moral young man” be
hind the counter strenuously endeavoring to palm
off upon an honest-faced country customer an old-
fashioned mantle which he represented as being
of the very newest style, just imported and the
only kind worn by fashionable ladies. And the
simple-hearted old farmer who knew nothing of
such things had been directed to buy his daugh
ter a fashionable mantle that she might make a
genteel appearance at boarding-school, purchased
the ancient affair, paid his ten dollars down for it
out of his little leather pouch, and with a hearty
good morning, went out, leaving the conscientious
young clerk to chuckle over his good bargain, and
congratulate himself upon having gotten rid of
a piece of old trumpery that would soon have had
to go to the rag pickers. The old gentlemen car
ries home the shabby thing, and his daughter, be
lieving that it really must be a la mode, packs it n
r C ?u ri o i* 40 R ock Hill Seminary, pins
tt »n neatly the Sabbath after her arrival, and is
so laughed at and ridiculed, that, mortified into
o a hew« earS - lt0 ^ and thr0WB 14 “ide, never
to be worn again. What did the young man do
V ha f dly ' earned ten dollar bill from the
pocket of an honest old man ?
house e f u B 8t nf e rfT7 a if OU ? g 0rphaQ who had a
ouse full of little brothers and sisters to support
her mwTifnfd 111 se wing for a lady who promised
fhe K?ff he i neitday ’ The gHl came and
huv ic/, h djU appropriated all her change to
Si o • eam ’c and . the seamstress was told to
was Dut o'ff f ^?i d * d Come a E am an< l again, and
_ 1 .. day to day with smiling excusos
and could not la<iy Was en 8 a 8 ed with company
lj® seen; aud at others she was
disturb^? 6 * mL^ ad a keadac he aud must not be
Dlover wo. , 8um ’ 80 insignificant to the em-
’ was bread and meat to the employed, and
mone^v one8 under her charge, it last the
ladv ^ Ut bow much had the rich.
? b l d the 0rpha n sewing girl? Time was
hnnrJ • she had spent a great many
littiA ft. 1 ? tr * a di |, g the streets with her weary,
® 4, and m waiting in the stately parlor of
«n» K ipl ^ eP ’ The wealthy lady had been put-
sSSm' ! i ? m<mde d fingers into the pocket of the]